The Devil Take Me
The Devil take me for his very own,
And lodge my soul among the living dead,
And pitch unto the wolves my flesh and bone
Until their sated jaws are running red.
And contrast with his black and seething heart,
Compare my testament with saints uncrowned,
Command the ravens peck my dreams apart,
Then buried in unconsecrated ground.
The Devil take me if I love of lies
And split my tongue into a still divide,
And thrust the pitchfork tines into my eyes
If all they see is weak and damaged pride.
For I hold true in knowing what I say,
The honesty of this I see and do,
And all the fires of Hell won't burn away
The sanctity of love I feel for you.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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